An American Braviour's Fantasy

Part 8 : Melkweg ~ The Wardrobe Bag

Before she turned on the fan and used the toilet, she could just hear the muffled voices behind the door. They had returned to speaking Dutch with little patches of English interspersed into the conversation and she wondered what they were talking about. She then pulled off her shoes and socks and placed them under the sink and took her hair down and began to brush it out. It was very happy in the chilly humid air and her head was covered in curls despite it being tied up for the last few hours. She tried to brush it smooth but finally gave up and spritzed it all over with Paul Mitchell Moisture Mist and scrunched her fingers in it which tamed the frizzy's but left her curls looking nice. What was it they said instead of 'cool'? "Top" she recalled and grinned at herself in the mirror as she began to brush her teeth.

After wiping herself down and essentially taking a sponge-bath with baby wipes as was her regular routine after a shoot when she needed to go out again, then reapplied deodorant and a light spritz of essential oil infused body spray, and now, she was ready to face the music! What were they going to dress her up in? She wondered. Well, at least it wasn't going to be in anything the Dutch girls would think was too slutty! That was somewhat reassuring! Rashelle opened the door and found her bed covered in potential outfits and Sam stood in front of the top drawer and was holding up a black cotton sports bra as he spoke to the others.

"So, what's the verdict?" she asked and everyone turned to look at her with excited smiles, except Sam who tried to hide her bra in his hands behind his back and pseudo-stealthily deposited it on the countertop above the bureau. She made a point not to look at him. She didn't want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was. She wanted him to know she liked him was all. So up into the fray she went and the guys made cases for each of their choices but she realized that none of them had gotten into the wardrobe bag her friend had packed for her.

You didn't open the wardrobe bag?" she asked them and they all looked at her quizzically and then looked into the closet. "Oh, I thought it was just a coat or something." Dioni said but then he pulled it up off of the bar and lay it down carefully in the middle of the bed and unzipped it.

"No way!" Dioni exclaimed and the others all strained their necks to see what he was withdrawing from the bag.

"My friend from Berlin insisted on loaning me some of her clothes. She said I would need them. I don't even know if they fit. Sabine is about my size, though." Rashelle explained. Dioni picked up a pair of black jeans with zippers and what looked like black velveteen lines arranged into ornate patterns of grids and flourishes and he literally shook them at her.

"These, are Balmain! Why didn't you tell us you had Balmain?" Dioni seemed distraught. Rashelle just threw up her hands in her own defense and told him honestly, "I don't even know what that means." Dioni stared at her astonished by her admission. The others stifled their laughter but Dioni just continued to blink at her a few more times before finally turning away in frustration and began to take everything out of the bag, one article after another. There was a complete outfit in there with a few extras like a denim jacket, a sweater and the biggest, fluffiest scarf she had ever seen.

"This is perfect!" Dioni said and he and everyone else turned to look at her, "You should thank your friend when you get back to Berlin." Dioni told her seriously. "This stuff is very nice. Very expensive! She must trust you very much to loan you all of these things." he explained to her with sincerity.

"I will. I'll totally thank her. I had no idea what she had even stuck in there. She just shoved it in my hand when I got on the train." Rashelle told them. Dioni picked up everything and folded each article carefully and stacked them into a neat pile. He then looked around and then behind him and said something to Samuel in Dutch.

"Oh!" Sam said and then spun around and picked up the black bra and tossed it to Dioni. Dioni gave Sam a silly grin and Sam put his hand over his face.